The next moment.
Nuwa's pupils contracted slightly as well.
Gu Changqing needed to explain nothing. In a mere instant, she too had sensed the Buddhist School's aura racing over from the western horizon.
That aura was majestic and solemn, its Buddha light vast and surging, its Sage's might blanketing heaven and earth.
It was Zhunti, arriving with Sun Wukong.
The two auras, one behind the other, were wrapped in the peaceful golden light unique to the Buddhist School, yet plunged straight toward the East Sea with an almost overbearing force.
The East Sea.
The Dragon Race's territory.
Ao Cunxin's territory.
The Interception Sect's territory.
Nuwa's brow twitched sharply. Her gaze shifted away from the East Sea and settled on the lopsided figure opposite her.
"Is this the show you were talking about?"
Her voice sounded somewhat strained, carrying a tremor even she had not noticed.
Gu Changqing did not answer. He merely tilted his head and took a swig of wine, a hint of a smile curling his lips.
That look made it perfectly clear that he had known all along.
No, it was more than simply knowing.
Nuwa's thoughts raced.
She recalled what Gu Changqing had just said-"With Sun Wukong falling into the Buddhist School's hands, things will only get more interesting."
"If you're interested, Martial Aunt, you can stay here. I imagine you'll get to see a fine show very soon."
She had thought those were merely jokes Gu Changqing had tossed out casually.
She had thought this so-called show would take long years to unfold, only gradually beginning once that unruly Stone Monkey truly matured and revealed his nature.
But she had never expected this.
So soon.
Zhunti had already lost his patience so soon.
And his destination was nowhere else but the East Sea.
The very